@mzmalice3 This Is The Circled Part So Part Two Of Your Request Here's The First Part

Road head with Toji?

He's not some whimpering mess, he's pretty cocky. Gripping your hair that's probably tied up. He's got a filthy mouth too.

I just want to get my mouth allllllll up in that diiiick

yeah your hairs tied up but HIS HANDS THE HAIR TIE 🤭 Toji is so yummy

MDNI

Master list's

⯌ Sum

ROADDD HEADDD HELL YEAAHH #smotherthatdick

⯌ Wc

⯌Warnings

ROAD HEAD, Toji's a sweet asshole, cum eating, he calls you mama, boners, driving with one hand

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"Toji!"

You say, as your very big boyfriend goes way over the speed limit. So it's not like you can stop him from being an asshole.

He just went faster to piss you off, with that he just speeds up to piss you off. That gorgeous smile on his face made you wanna smother him with a pillow, and some kisses.

Unfortunately you arguing with him and being mad turns him the fuck on. So he pops a proud boner. I mean a proud boner.

"Baby you gonna take care of what you caused." he says in that cocky tone that just makes you want to crash the car.

"Toji, I did not give you a stupid fucking boner." You say angrily. It doesn't help him from being turned on. It actually encourages it.

"Keep goin' mama."

Your face scrunches up from being annoyed. But Toji just finds it cute. He takes one hand off the wheel and takes his throbbing, big cock out.

God it's tempting, to suck it or at least give him a handy. But on the highway driving to your doctors appointment two hours away. I have to repeat the highway part.

"Go on. Suck princess. I know you want to." He says in that mouth watering tone. And he's not exactly wrong. But you want him to stop being cocky. To shut up. So basically you thought you should do it.

You unbuckle your seat belt and lean over the counsel and suck his tip. He lets out a deep chuckle. His hand tangles in your hair and pushes your head down on his cock.

You let out cute little choking noises on his cock as it hits the back of your throat.

He quickly leans over and smacks your ass because you stopped bobbing your head. It just made you moan. It caused pleasurable vibrations in his cock that made him swerve.

He wrapped your hair in a tight pony tail with his hand. You were trying to curse him out because he's driving with one hand and your body is over the stick but you suckling muffled it, just making him chuckle instead of whimper.

You didn't want to be the one whimpering. You wanted him to be the pathetic one. But instead he has the gorgeous smirk on his face. You suck hard trying to get him back and he lets out that sexy hiss that makes you get more wet.

"You gonna drink it up? Heh?" he says in a breathy tone that makes your thighs squeeze.

He cums down your throat, like his good little slut you swallow it all. He pulls you off of his cock and wipes the corner of your mouth with cum on it. He says something in that cocky tone that makes you so mad, yet horny.

"Got a little somethin' there."

Pervydoctor!sukuna who was tall with a bunch of tattoos, he had a menacing look that looked like he should be doing illegal stuff and not have a medical degree.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who thought it was absolutely adorable how you came in because your boobs were sore.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who enjoyed your blushing teary face that was embarrassed and in a bit of pain as he prodded at your sore tit.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who realized your nipples started to perk as he massaged your boobs trying to make them feel better. He didn't want a sweet girl in pain!

Pervydoctor!sukuna who feels upset when you go when you say the massage surprisingly made it better.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who needed some excuse to get you to come back to the doctors, and it just rolled at his feet.

You had some sex problems...

Pervydoctor!sukuna who was happy to get called in late at night when you requested just for him.

He practically ran inside the clinic. The nurses were surprised when he asked for the patient (you) and what room you were him. He never cares about work.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who went into room 3 and saw you sitting there with a flushed face and clenched fists.

"what's wrong?" He asked trying to be nonchalant but that look in your eyes... Embarrassment?

Pervydoctor!sukuna who almost laughed when you said you can't "orgasm". He obviously asked why and you said you had a one night stand and nothing happened.

His fists clenched and his heart started beating faster when you told him about another man. You've been coming in for months and he's grown fond of you.

He kept a cold face and told you to take off your clothes. You did so and your little pussy and your perky tits just made his heart flutter. He gave you a gown to cover the top of your body but he's already seen it so it doesn't help the fact that his dick is getting hard.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who makes you lay on the hospital bed and puts a cool metal leg spreader between your legs to keep them apart.

He flipped the gown up to see your pretty pussy and it made his mouth salivate.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who tells you he has to do and external and internal exam. He prods at your opening rubbing his gloved fingers up to your clit making you jolt and a bit of wetness drizzle out of your hole.

"So the natural lubricant still produces..." He says in that doctory yet slutty tone that made you wanna clench your thighs together but you couldn't so you let out a huff.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who starts his internal exam.

He starts by taking off his gloves it made your eyes widen since you were sitting up. "Why are you taking your gloves off?" You ask with a small stutter to your voice.

"Well my fingers won't move properly." He says flatly as that was the most normal thing to say in the world.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who shoves his fingers inside you moving them around the tight space feeling the ridges. You made an uncomfortable huff. "Lay down fully, it makes it feel better." He says in a more breathy tone.

Just like that you instantly lay down. He was right, it did make it feel better. Maybe too better.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who wasn't very surprised when you let out a breathy moan. As his wandering fingers found your g-spot.

He began to rub it, then doing quick thrusts into it, making you squeeze around his fingers making him let out a deep, throaty, sexy laugh.

He quickly made you come to an orgasm he took his fingers out and you heard a slurp... he licked his fingers... you weren't 100% since you were laying down but that's probably the case.

Pervydoctor!sukuna who diagnosed you with "finding guys with short dicks"

Master list's

Virginity!

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MDNI

Master list's

⯌ Sum

Sukuna takes your virginity ( ˘ ³˘)♥

(fem!reader)

⯌ Wc

1.3k

⯌Warnings

Soft!dom sukuna, Soft sex, blood, oral (fem receiving), full form sukuna, hand mouth, crying, consent, checking in, "Good girl" and "Your doing so good..." That kinda stuff, reader has tattoos and piercings, worried Sukuna, extremely gentle Sukuna, Fingering, sweet cooing and kissing, violence towards his servants, pet names, mild breeding, aftercare, he's only gentle to you <3

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Ryomen Sukuna was a violent man but a complete sweet man too you. Yeah, maybe he isn't super kind and sweet but he definitely would never hurt you or let anyone hurt you.

He thinks it's useless then just saying "I love you." He thinks its cringy and idiotic. He prefers to show it in his actions. He makes you food, he would never make anyone food. He massages your belly on your period, god knows he would never do it for another woman.

You trust him with all your soul, he does too. He was there squeezing your hands when you got nip piercings, tattoos on your arms and back and a cute one on your ass.

One thing you've never let him do is take your virginity. It's not that you don't trust him it's the fact that you're scared to do it. You always find some excuse because you don't want to be pathetic for him. Because he is the king of curses.

But today wearing that small skirt and crop top, both of his cock's got hard. He grabbed you and you let out a little yelp as he throws you on the bed. He begins to strip you, and before he gets to your panties you yelp,

"I haven't had sex before!"

He looks at you with surprise in his eyes not saying anything but keeping his warm big hands on your thigh. "I'm fucking sorry" you whine. You get up to leave before he picks you up and sits you on the lower one of his four arms.

"I'm not mad doll, I just wish you would've told me." This is the most gentlest he's ever been. With anyone really. He could never let anyone hurt his perfect angel, not even himself. He gently strokes your hair.

"You wanna try? I'll be gentle." He says as he looks at you with gentle eyes. One of his servants walks in and he screams at them to get the hell out and almost kills them with a flesh wound. You realize how much you mean to him. He definitely loves you but would never verbalize it.

So you trust him dearly if he basically is a completely different version of the King of curses with you. He put you on the bed after you nodded and slid off your panties. "You're so pretty..."

"Thank-"

"I wasn't talking to you."

He points at your pussy and it shines with your juices, and fully shaved it just turns him more on. He takes off his clothes with kisses on your forehead for comfort. He finally took off his boxers and your eyes widened.

"Whats wrong baby?" He questions rubbing his sharp nails up and down your thigh. "You're really big." You say with a slight shake to your voice. "You're only taking one cock don't worry." His cocks are huge and throbbing as they hang from him in between his thighs.

"I'll get you ready first but tell me when to stop get faster or add more fingers. Okay?"

"Okay."

He slowly adds one thick finger and the sting of the stretch hurts a bit but you wrap your arms around his neck with your eyes squeezed shut.

He quickly kisses your temple wrapping his two upper arms around your body and one of the lower one on your hip while the other one slowly thrusts a finger with his other hand.

" Kuna!..." You whine as the pain increases the deeper he thrusts his finger. It was all pain before he found the yummy spongy spot inside you that he began to rub and thrust into.

The pleasure slowly showed up until the pain was fully gone. He held you down and rubbed as you squirmed and whimpered. "Atta girl." He proudly says as he felt his fingers get soaked enough to add another finger in.

He looked at you with gentle eyes asking permission for another finger. He slides his finger and you moan. You were about to cum and then he pulls his fingers out and you pout your eyes glassy.

He grins, he enjoys seeing you fall apart under him. This is the first time he ever saw you like this and it most definitely won't be that last. He gets up from over you and sits down his back against the head board.

His tummy smile grins and sticks its tongue out. He pulls you to sit on his tongue and you shriek as it shoves inside getting you ready for one of his cocks. It slid in perfectly since it was soaked. There was a bit of a stretch but it wasn't too bad. Your sweet spot was getting abused and finally you came.

He sucked on your clit hard, prolonging your orgasm. You hollered and shrieked as you squirted for the first time. Your tears rolled down your face as his actual mouth licked your tears while his stomach kept sucking.

As he finished sucking he did one last lick to your slit and pulled you off his tummy and closed its mouth. He holds you close and gently whispers in your ear. "You ready doll?" He mumbles.

"How much will it hurt?" You question with a worried look in your eyes. "A little bit doll, but i'll take care of you my little brat. I promise."

You nod trusting him fully. He puts you under his body leaving small kisses on your cheek. He pushes your knees to your chest in a mating press. Your nipples perked with arousal.

He slowly pushes his cock in gently and you suck you sharply breath in and grab his shoulders. "S-Sukuna i-it hurts..."

"I know, I know." He gently coos. He massages your thighs. He's never been like this to anyone. He would never even care if it was one of his hookups before he met you.

But now he has his lips pressed to your forehead and he's not even moving his hips and bottomed out waiting for you to say to continue. He feels bad about you being hurt.

He's killed, hurt, and tortured others, but now he's hurting your sweet pussy and he's fucking losing it. "It really hurts..." You mumble.

"I'll make you feel good, just let me, it might hurt a little." You nod with permission and he starts shallow thrusting. He let's out little groans and growls. His sharp teeth shine in the dim light as his jaw clenches and eyes shut tight with pleasure. His lower hands grab your hips and the upper grab your tits tight.

"I-it's starting to feel good." You whine into him as you try to squirm but you're squished in too tight of a mating press and his arms on you don't really help.

"I know it's feeling good, you're doing so, so, good. Such a good girl for me." His thrusts become more reverent your pleasure becoming unimaginable. His balls smack against your clit rubbing it when he rolls your hips making you holler with overstimulation.

"Fuck pretty girl you feel so good." He lets a small whimper as you tighten around him. His face flushes when he makes that noise but it feels too good to care much anyway. "Fuckkkk..." He groans.

"I'm gonna give you a baby. Fuck!" With that he cums inside with some drool rolling down his chin and you moan loud as you cum right after.

He pulls out watching his cum drizzle out. He pushes the cum back in with his fingers making sure he has an heir. Making sure he has a little him and you. Making your first time special in his eyes.

He held you tight with him under you holding you close pulling your pink hello kitty blanket over you kissing your forehead.

"Such a good girl for me." And with that he was vulnerable for the first time in his life.

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@mzmalice3 for you bbg <3

MDNI

Cock warming with Nanami Kento during work? What?

It started with you being his sweet little secretary wearing tight skirts. He's a gentleman but he's only a man. So maybe he sneaks peeks of your ass.

But you can't say he's the only perv either, the way his slacks are a bit tight, showing his bulge. So you have thirst thoughts because you know he's big.

So you both 100% have the hots for each other. He gave you those looks and you gave them back. But today you decided to make a move.

"Mr. Kento can you help me with this file. I'm having problems understanding this work." You bat your lashes at him innocently like you don't have dirty intentions lying under the innocence.

He huffs and stands up, standing behind your desk in the corner of his office. "What?" He holds on to your shoulders and bends down his breath hot against your neck. You gulp and point to something you could obviously fill out easily.

"Stand up." He commands. You instantly stand up feeling your panties get instantly soaked at his commanding tone. He pats his lap making you sit down.

"I see what your trying to do I'm not stupid and it's driving me fucking insane." You feel something hard pushing against your plush ass. "So you're gonna take what you want and what you've been a pain about. Practically tortured me."

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. "So you're gonna take it and work at the same time, because you obviously need help." He said sarcastically because he knew you were trying to lie about not being able to do it, so he needed to punish you.

He shoved a hand under your dress. "No panties? Fucking hell I knew it. Such a slut. Hm?" You stayed quiet. You knew you were in trouble.

He pulled his long thick, vainy cock out and lifted you up and put you on it. You've never felt so filled in your life. God it feels nice rubbing on all your sweet spots his tip kissing your cervix.

But when he didn't move your brows furrowed with slight anger you whined. "Nanami please move..." Your eyes teared up as you tried to grind.

"Work."

You tried to fill it out but now you couldn't. His cock was way too big.

You eventually filled it all out and he grabbed your hips efficiently leaving bruises and he bounced you on his cock. Your back of your head rested against his shoulder.

His veins caressing your sweet spot while his tip deliciously kissed your cervix. No doubt the both of you came quick especially when you were squeezing him so tight!

You eventually squirted and he cummed inside. His cum warmed your insides so nicely. This was maybe the best thing that ever happened to you.

"You gonna try to lie for my attention again?" He questioned panting into your ear. You shook your head to cock drunk to speak.

But you were 100% you want to lie to him again if this was gonna happen.

Um the toji one from the sexual tension??? On my knees begging for a full onee

Kisses ❤️🤤

Okayyy sure. Your wish is my command (●♡∀♡)...

MDNI

Master list's

⯌ Sum

Read this (◕દ◕) and go to the Toji one! Its basically an elongated version of it.

⯌ Wc

2.7k

⯌Warnings

fem!reader, dom toji, a LOT of sexual gun play, teasing, degradation, edging, begging, aftercare, clit stimulation, begging, 'daddy' terms, cum eating, oral (f! receiving)

You had always been a sucker for dark, thrilling stories, but the book you recently got your hands on had done something different to you. One particular scene had been burned into your mind, refusing to let go. It had been filthy, raw—she had been at his mercy, his gun cold against her heated skin, teasing her, fucking her. It was dangerous. Forbidden. And yet, the idea of it had you pressing your thighs together every time it crossed your mind.

Maybe it was because you were ovulating, hormones making every little thing set you off, your body aching for touch. Or maybe it was just Toji.

Toji Fushiguro.

God, that man was a walking temptation. All rough edges and raw masculinity, exuding danger with every move he made. He was built like a predator—tall, strong, broad, and powerful, with a presence that commanded attention. His sharp green eyes, that teasing smirk, the deep rumble of his voice that sent shivers through your entire body—it was all too much. You swore you could stare at him for hours, drinking him in like he was something divine.

And tonight, he was even more intoxicating.

He had just come back from a job, the scent of gunpowder and sweat still clinging to him. His black shirt stretched across his broad chest, the fabric clinging to every muscle, every ridge and dip of his powerful frame. His arms, thick and veined, flexed as he adjusted the weapon in his grasp, the dark metal of the gun gleaming under the dim light.

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away.

It wasn’t just him that had your body heating up—it was the gun in his hand. The way his fingers curled around it, his grip strong, commanding. You could already imagine it against your skin, the cold steel dragging over your thighs, pressing between your folds, gliding through your slick heat. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your legs.

Your breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as you clenched your thighs together, desperate for relief. The air between you grew thick, electric, and when you dared to meet his gaze, you knew you had been caught.

Toji’s smirk widened. His sharp eyes darkened, amusement flickering behind them as he took slow, deliberate steps toward you.

He knew.

Of course, he fucking knew.

He had always been good at reading you, always one step ahead, always knowing exactly what you needed before you even said a word.

Lifting the gun slightly, he waved it in the air with a cocky tilt of his head.

"You want somethin’, doll?"

His voice was deep, smooth, laced with that dangerous amusement that sent a shiver down your spine. He was enjoying this—watching you squirm, watching you try to keep yourself together while your thoughts ran filthy with the things you wanted him to do.

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Your throat was dry, mind hazy, and all you could do was stare at him, at the gun, at the sheer dominance he exuded without even trying.

He chuckled, the sound low and dark, stepping even closer until his scent filled your senses.

"You keep lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart," he murmured, voice a husky drawl, "I’m gonna start thinkin’ you got somethin’ filthy on your mind."

Your breath hitched.

You did.

And from the way his gaze roamed over you, taking in every little reaction, every subtle shift of your body—he was ready to pull every single dirty thought right out of you.

Here's the continuation of your scene, diving deeper into the tension and build-up:

Your breath hitched at his words, your fingers twitching at your sides as heat burned through your body. You knew Toji was playing with you, drawing it out, making you squirm under his gaze. He loved watching you like this—flustered, needy, desperate without him even having to touch you yet.

Your mouth felt dry as you swallowed, trying to form words, but they died in your throat when Toji took another step closer. He towered over you, his presence suffocating in the best way, his sharp green eyes locking onto yours like he could see right into your mind.

Like he could already hear the filthy, desperate thoughts racing through your head.

He lifted the gun slightly, turning it between his fingers, his grip steady and effortless. The sight of it had your thighs clenching involuntarily.

“Oh?” Toji drawled, tilting his head. “What’s this now?” His smirk deepened when your breath shuddered, the way your body reacted giving you away completely. “This little thing got you all worked up, huh?”

Your face burned, but you couldn’t deny it. Not when your body was betraying you so obviously.

Toji exhaled a low chuckle, stepping in until your back hit the wall, his body caging you in. His scent was intoxicating—gunpowder, sweat, and something uniquely him. His free hand reached out, fingers tracing a slow path down your arm before stopping at your hip, gripping you firmly.

“Y’know, doll…” His voice was a quiet rumble, smooth and deliberate. “You keep squeezin’ your thighs like that, I might just have to see what’s got you so damn wet.”

Your breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping your lips before you could stop it. Toji’s smirk widened, his fingers digging into your hip, keeping you pinned in place.

“You want it, don’t you?” he murmured, bringing the gun up, running the cold metal along the side of your neck. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation, the contrast of the cool steel against your burning skin making you tremble. “You’ve been thinkin’ about this all day, huh? Maybe even longer?”

Your lips parted, but your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Toji…”

That was all it took.

Something dark flickered in his eyes, his amusement turning into something heavier, something more dangerous. He ran the barrel of the gun down your throat, over your collarbone, tracing the curve of your body before stopping just above the swell of your breasts.

“You’re somethin’ else,” he muttered, his tongue running over his teeth as he took you in. “All hot ‘n bothered ‘cause of a damn gun. Fuckin’ filthy, baby.”

You bit your lip, your breathing uneven, body tensing in anticipation.

Toji pressed the gun lower, just below your navel, teasing. The weight of it sent a new rush of heat between your thighs, your body betraying you even more. You were soaked—he hadn’t even touched you properly yet, and you were already a mess for him.

Toji noticed. Of course, he did.

He let out a low chuckle, his grip on your hip tightening as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You’re lucky I like my girls filthy,” he murmured, voice rough and dripping with hunger. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and spread those pretty legs for me?”

His words sent a shudder through your entire body, your knees nearly giving out as the anticipation threatened to consume you whole.

Toji pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his smirk turning downright predatory as he tapped the gun lightly against your inner thigh.

“C’mon, doll,” he purred, eyes dark and hungry. “Let me see how bad you really want it.”

And fuck, you did.

Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, your chest rising and falling as Toji dragged the cold metal of the gun along your inner thigh. The contrast between the icy steel and the heat pooling between your legs had your entire body trembling. Your fingers twitched at your sides, desperate for something to hold onto, something to ground you—but he wasn’t going to let you have that kind of control. No, this was all him.

Toji exhaled another low chuckle, watching you like a predator toying with his prey. “Look at you,” he mused, his voice a deep, husky drawl. “Fuckin’ shaking, and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You swallowed hard, your thighs squeezing together involuntarily—but Toji was quick. The gun pressed between them, forcing them apart with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

“Ah, ah,” he tutted, shaking his head. “That’s not what I asked, doll.” His eyes gleamed with something wicked as he gave a slight nudge, pushing the gun higher, teasing you. “I said, spread ‘em.”

A whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it. Your body obeyed before your mind even caught up, your legs parting just enough for him to slot himself even closer, for the gun to press even higher up your inner thigh.

“Good girl,” Toji praised, his smirk deepening. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Your head fell back against the wall, fingers curling into fists as he slowly—agonizingly—dragged the barrel up, up, up, stopping just short of where you needed it most. The anticipation was maddening, your body already dripping with need, aching for even the slightest bit of relief.

Toji tilted his head, watching your every reaction like he was memorizing them, like he was savoring the way you shivered, the way your body responded so perfectly to him.

“So damn needy,” he muttered, tapping the gun lightly against your soaked panties. “Bet you’re fucking soaked, huh?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a whimper, but Toji wasn’t having that.

“Words, doll,” he ordered, his voice dark and commanding. “Tell me.”

You exhaled shakily, barely able to think straight as the cold steel pressed against your core. “Y-Yeah…” you admitted, your voice small, breathy.

Toji let out a pleased hum, dragging the gun down, pressing just a little harder against your slit through the thin fabric. You twitched at the sensation, a soft gasp slipping past your lips.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his grip tightening around the weapon. “You really are drippin’, huh?” He let out a low, satisfied chuckle, like this was the best thing he’d ever seen. “Goddamn, baby, all this just from a little gunplay? You’re a real fuckin’ freak, ain’tcha?”

Your face burned, but the shame only made the arousal pool deeper in your stomach. You didn’t care. Not when he was looking at you like that, not when his voice was dripping with amusement and hunger.

Toji’s smirk widened as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing against your ear. “You want me to fuck you with it, don’t you?” he whispered, the words sending a violent shudder down your spine.

A desperate whimper escaped you, your entire body aching, throbbing.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “C’mon, doll,” he coaxed, pressing the gun more firmly against you. “Say it.”

Your breath hitched, your entire body trembling as you finally gave in.

“Yes,” you whispered, voice raw with need. “Please, Toji.”

That was all it took.

Toji let out a low, dark chuckle, his free hand reaching up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His thumb traced over your bottom lip, his expression filled with pure, unfiltered hunger.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” he murmured, eyes dark and hooded. “I fuckin’ love it.”

Without another word, he pulled the gun away, just for a second—before pushing your panties to the side, the cold metal pressing directly against your dripping folds.

A sharp gasp tore from your throat, your entire body jolting at the sensation. The cold steel, the weight of it, the sheer taboo of what was happening—it was all too much.

Toji let out a low groan, watching you squirm. “Shit, baby,” he muttered, pressing the barrel right against your swollen clit, dragging it up and down with agonizing slowness. “Look at you. So fuckin’ wet for me.”

Your head fell back, a whimper escaping your lips as he continued his slow, torturous movements.

“Let’s see just how much you can take, yeah?” Toji purred, voice thick with dark amusement.

And with that, he pressed the gun even lower, teasing your entrance—before slowly, deliciously, pushing it inside.

The air between you was thick with something heavy—something that made it impossible to think straight. Toji had you pinned, his body heat seeping into yours, his grip firm yet teasing, like he was daring you to break first.

You swallowed hard, your breath uneven as he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His smirk was lazy, knowing, like he was taking his time just to watch you unravel.

“You wanna act all shy now?” he murmured, voice deep and taunting. “After the way you were lookin’ at me? After sittin’ here, practically droolin’ over my gun?”

Heat bloomed across your skin, a mix of embarrassment and something far more dangerous. Toji saw it all—the way your thighs twitched, the way your fingers clenched like you didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Cute,” he muttered, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “But we both know better, don’t we?”

Your breath hitched as his grip on your wrist tightened, keeping you right where he wanted. His free hand ghosted over your thigh, his touch deliberate, teasing. Not quite giving you what you wanted—just reminding you that he could, that he was in control.

“You want me to play with you, don’t you?” His voice was low, dripping with amusement. “Wanted this all along.”

You bit your lip, heat pooling in your stomach.

Toji leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Say it.”

Your heart pounded, the weight of his words settling over you. He wasn’t going to let you have this easy. He wanted to hear you admit it—to hear you beg.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, the scent of gunpowder and sweat filling your lungs.

“…Yes,” you whispered.

Toji smirked, his fingers tightening around your thigh. “That’s my girl.”

His grip shifted, his body pressing just a little closer, his breath hot against your skin. His touch was slow, deliberate, meant to drive you crazy—meant to make you crave him even more.

“We’re gonna have some fun tonight,” he murmured, his voice dark with promise.

And with that, he finally gave you what you’d been waiting for.

He thrusted his gun in and out at a quickening pace. The ridges on the gun hitting your sweet spots and you let out little whines. That only brought him to thrust it faster.

His thumb was rubbing quickening circles on your clit to bring you further to the edge. Then he randomly stops and you pout and let out a small whine. Your edge slowing fading away leaving you to throb and squirm as he leaves his thumb on your clit and his gun on your sweet spot pushing against it.

"Beg."

"Toji what?!" You angrily say. He lands a slap to your pussy with his free hand and you yelp. "Don't fucking give me attitude brat." For some reason it turned you more on and got you wetter.

He slaps you again and you moan louder. "You slut. This shit shouldn't turn you on but here we are. And back to what I said. Fucking beg. I didn't stutter."

He moves the gun slightly to tease you. And that was your breaking point. "Please, please, make me cum daddy, please." Your eyes glossed over as you said it in a cracked whiny voice.

"Good girl." He thrusts his gun once more. The ridges feeling better then ever. All those sweet spots you didn't know existed. You moan and squirm trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure.

It's not like you actually want to get away though. You have a save word for that of course. He'd never want to hurt you.

He rubs your clit even faster and gun thrusts, you squirt and he quickly replaces his gun with his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and licks them. He absolutely loves your taste.

He needs more though. He dives down and spreads your folds with his fingers seeing the cum strings. "Messy girl." He mumbles before lapping your folds and clit.

You cum on his tongue one last time. He then brings you up holding you close and then pecks your lips. "I love you."

The air was crisp, cold, lifeless.

Lifeless like the body of Satoru Gojo your husband, love of your life, is just lying in the battlefield. People dragging him away to get his body to use it. Like a fucking weapon.

Seeing a few tears roll down his face as his cursed energy kept him alive for a spilt second. Just watching the life die out of him, wrecks you to your very core.

You didn't even notice the warm drips of water roll down your face, as yours and his students fight Sukuna in the distance.

You might get Megumi back, your basically son but you'll never get over the fact that you won't get your sweet 'Toru back.

What shook you to your knees was seeing a candy rapper on the ground. His favourite.

He must've eaten them before the battle. He loved his sweets. And oh god he loved you.

Hearing screams, you wanna help but you can't because you're frozen, Stuck to the ground as you see his blood stains on the wet dirt.

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Should I do a full one to this? Such a cute fluff 😋 (sorry y'all)

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Satoru Gojo:

You and Satoru were out shopping for lingerie (he made you), but he wanted to help his girl feel pretty in his defence. You both walk into the store and look around and see a very nice set. Baby blue. You can already tell he's rock hard. "Should I try these on baby?" You ask teasingly. "Yeah." He bluntly says. He wants to drag you into that changing room and fuck the shit out of you while you wear that- until you and him are soaked with sweat cum and tears. But the door is a curtain and there's a worker right beside it. So you really can't get frisky. He groans when you tell him no but you try it on and walk out to show him, since it was just girls out there. He made sure no men were there.

You honestly just gave him a bigger boner and a raging emotion he's never felt. Neediness, wanting, horny... He wants you so bad. You're so getting it when you get home just make sure you have your soul after that. He wants to fuck that out too.

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Megumi Fushiguro

You were sitting beside him listening to Gojo yap to the classroom about reverse technique and blabbering about how awesome and hot he is, which was slightly annoying but everyone learned to tune him out. "He's an idiot." Megumi mumbled like the grump he is. He was mindlessly rubbing your thigh gently under the table. But you were ovulating and this was just getting you fucking wet. And he was hotter than usual, I mean he was always hot- yeah he is. Your mind was squirming with thoughts and you were soaked at this point. He noticed that your face was flushed and he did a small grin. "What's wrong baby." He mumbles into your ear. You take a sharp inhale of breath and he moves his hand higher playing with your panties feeling the wet spot. He randomly pulls hand away and whispers.

"Princess, you're gonna have to wait."

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Nanami Kento

Nanami has the prettiest little secretary. You. He loves those short skirts and tight dress shirts that drive him crazy. When you sit in the corner of the room in his office with that lollipop in your mouth sucking it, he just wishes that it's his cock in your mouth. He swears you do it on purpose sometimes! It drives him absolutely wild. Short tight outfits, sucking and smirking, ain't even the worst thing. It's the fact that you have stripped in his office to change from your clothes to your work outfit. He's never seen you change but he finds the evidence. Your wet pretty pink lacy panties with a bow in the front and a matching bra and he jerks off to your underwear and stuffs the bra in his mouth so he's not loud. He really wishes he was sucking the thing the bra was holding (your tits) not the bra. He thinks he might go mad.

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Toji Fushiguro

You recently got a book. It had a gun scene, where she got gun fucked by her man, and fuck Toji has a gun. And that's for some reason a turn on for you. Your ovulation time makes you extra horny. And just seeing Toji makes you aroused. He is one fine man and god you can stare at him for hours. He comes home holding his gun from his last shoot out and his muscles compressed in that tight shirt of his. God damn. You looked him up and down imagining his gun rubbing your clit rubbing up down your slit going inside, teasing you with it. He sees you checking him out, wanting something. He knows.

He waves his gun in the air.

"You want somethin' doll?"

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Choso Kamo

The air in the crowded space felt stifling, but it had nothing to do with the people around you and everything to do with him. Choso stood close—too close—his body angled just enough that only you could feel the heat radiating off him. His fingers barely skimmed the small of your back, an innocent touch to anyone watching, but the way his knuckles brushed against your skin sent a sharp thrill through you. He didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned in, his lips hovering just beside your ear, his voice low and deliberate.

“You keep pressing into me like that,” he murmured, “Are you testing me… or do you want me to break?” His breath was warm, teasing, as his fingertips traced the faintest pattern against your side before retreating—just enough to make you crave the contact again. The weight of his gaze dragged over your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes, dark and unreadable, but the tension between you was undeniable. It was a game now—one neither of you seemed willing to lose.

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Suguru Geto

You've been walking around in a bra, all day...

Suguru's fingertips brushed against your jaw, barely there, yet enough to set your skin ablaze. His smirk was lazy, almost amused, but the sharp glint in his eyes told a different story—one of restraint, of something simmering just beneath the surface. "You're making this difficult," he murmured, his voice smooth, dark, laced with amusement and something more dangerous. His breath fanned against your lips, the space between you shrinking with every passing second. "Tell me," he mused, tilting his head ever so slightly, "are you going to keep teasing me, or do you want me to ruin you?"

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Toge Inumaki

One thing for Toge is that he can't talk normally without hurting himself because of his cursed technique. So he uses physical touch. He'll pinch your sides, snuggle you, tickle you, stuff like that.

Right now he's gently kissing your face on his dorm bed running his hands up and down you. You both never went past making out. But the tension between you two is so strong. He decides to use his cursed technique.

"Undress."

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Yuji Itadori

Yuji was playing with Megumi's demon dogs scratching their bellies. You couldn't help but notice how long his fingers are and how nice they curl. You gulp and look away but being the observant man he is, he looked back and noticed your flushed face. "Y/N what's the matter?" He said in a curious but overall cheerful tone.

He notices you zoned out and staring at his fingers before you blink back to reality. "Oh nothing, nothing." He grinned and wiggled is fingers.

"Oh?"

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⯌How JJK Characters Eat Pussy⯌

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⯌Sum

How JJK men eat pussy ୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨

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Satorus: 2.6k

Tojis: 2k

⯌ Warnings

cullingness (oral), squirting, over stimulation, masturbating, sex toys, cum eating, p → v, degrading, a couple of the boys read your 'books' and ya'll recreate it (not all of them), semi public sex, fingering, the boys are down BAD, some sorta slow burns, breast sucking and pinching

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Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro

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Satoru Gojo

You were out shopping with Satoru's black card, while he got bored alone at home. He went from laying on the bed. To look through your underwear drawer- perv. To looking through your books. You specifically told him no, butttt, he is well- himself, so he looked through the first couple books taking them out of the shelf.

He first pulled out Charlotte's web reading it. Cute. But a little sad. He put it back and saw a series, which seemed to be four books with twisted in front of the words, seemed to be a series. Interesting. He pulled out a book called 'twisted games', he flipped through a few chapters. Seemed to be about a body guard and a princess.

He flipped to a book marked page. Chapter 32. He flipped through a couple pages until he got to a certain spicy scene.

You weren't royal, but you were going to dinner at the Gojo clan, which does have a throne... which would be fucking perfect.

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Since you were done shopping you needed to be picked up. You sat perched on the bench sitting all cute and pretty. He speeds and slams on the breaks in front of you.

His Lambo (that he loves flexing), is black with baby blue highlights and accents to match his eyes. It is overall extreme.

"Hey pretty girl!" He said in the car running out holding you tight. God he never loses energy. But he's a weirdo, your weirdo. He kissed you all over your face.

He sees your bags from the expensive store you just and takes them from you. He picks you up and opens the back seat of his car and brings you to sit on his lap. He slams the door shut while you sit on his thigh with the shopping bag on the other.

He pulls out a baby pink silky tight spaghetti strap dress. "Ooo, it's pretty, you're wearing this to the restaurant!" He giggles like a child. You don't question it, he is an idiot. But you love him.

"Where will I change?" You question, his tint on the windows were very dark but still some privacy would be nice. "Here, no one would see you pookie, you're fine." You sigh at his childish reply but you let out that annoyed sigh, and he squeals with excitement.

He takes off your shirt, and kisses the top of your breast. He takes off your bra and kisses your cheek, then he starts to slowly and sensually kiss your neck, he takes off your pants and underwear. He kept your heels since he had a thing for them.

He pulls back and pulls some lingerie out of the bag. It was the same baby pink that the dress had. He put it on you, the lace clinging to your skin nicely. Its just a matching bra and panties but he thinks its the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life.

He slides on the silky dress over it and your hair softly falling to your shoulders, it perfectly frames your gorgeous face. He feels like he's gonna explode.

He feels his cock slightly hardening. But he has to go to dinner with the clan, with you.

He swallows hard, forcing himself to focus. He can’t get distracted—not yet. The clan is waiting, and as much as he’d rather keep you to himself, he has to show you off.

"You look so damn good, baby," he murmurs, his hands running down your sides as he pulls you closer. His breath is warm against your cheek, his lips teasing your skin before he finally, reluctantly, leans back. "But if we don’t leave now, I swear I’m not gonna be able to control myself."

You smirk, knowing exactly what you're doing when you adjust yourself on his lap, the silky fabric of your dress shifting just enough to tease him. His grip on your waist tightens. "Pretty, you're playing a dangerous game," he warns, his voice husky, but you just laugh.

"Then let’s go before you lose."

He groans dramatically but lifts you effortlessly, placing you in the passenger seat before grabbing the wheel. The engine roars to life, the deep purr of the Lambo vibrating through your body. He speeds off, his hand already finding its place on your thigh, tracing small circles absentmindedly.

The city lights blur past, neon reflections streaking across the windshield as he races through the streets. His grip tightens every time you shift in your seat, your dress riding up ever so slightly, teasing him further.

"You tryna kill me before we even get there?" he mutters, glancing over with a smirk.

You lean closer, voice soft and teasing. "Just making sure you don’t lose energy before dinner."

His laughter fills the car, bright and carefree. "Oh, baby, you have no idea."

Within minutes, you arrive at the clan house, an exclusive, high-end spot with velvet ropes and a valet already waiting. He parks recklessly, as always, tossing the keys to the stunned valet before stepping around to open your door. He takes your hand, pulling you close, and you can feel the heat in his gaze as his eyes rake over you once more.

"You ready?"

"When am I not?"

With that, he leads you inside, the night just getting started.

The Gojo clan’s estate is grand—almost absurdly so. Ornate chandeliers dangle from high ceilings, the marble floors polished to perfection, reflecting the warm glow of golden lights. The entire place drips with wealth and power, a kingdom in its own right.

Satoru, of course, walks in like he owns the place. Because, well, he basically does. His hand is firm on your lower back, guiding you through the halls with that ever-present cocky smirk.

"Everyone's gonna lose their minds when they see you," he whispers in your ear. "I might have to fight off some admirers."

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest is undeniable.

As soon as you step into the grand dining hall, heads turn. Conversations falter. The Gojo elders, clan members, and high-ranking sorcerers are all seated at the long table, their expressions ranging from curiosity to approval.

One of the elders, a graying man with sharp features, eyes you with intrigue. "Satoru," he says, tone even. "You’ve finally decided to bring someone worthy to dinner."

Satoru just grins. "Of course. Only the best for me."

You feel the weight of their gazes, but you stand tall. This isn’t just a dinner—it’s a test. A silent evaluation. But you won’t give them the satisfaction of intimidation.

Satoru pulls out a chair for you at the head of the table—right next to his own. A power move, you realize. He’s making a statement. You’re not just here as arm candy. You’re here as his equal.

Dinner is a blur of rich food, wine, and idle conversation, but Satoru barely touches his meal. His fingers stay busy—tracing circles on your thigh beneath the table, his grip tightening when you shift just right.

At one point, he leans in, his lips grazing your ear. "You know… there’s a throne in the next room." His voice is pure sin. "Just saying."

Your breath hitches.

You should’ve known. That book—Twisted Games. He read it. And now, he wants to recreate it.

"Satoru," you warn, voice barely above a whisper.

He just chuckles, eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, princess, I always get what I want."

And with that, dinner suddenly feels like the least interesting part of the night.

Well the clan talked business with Gojo he stuck his hand under your dress. He gently massages your pussy gently. He sticks his finger inside curling it just right. Your face flushed as he kept talking business.

You try to keep your expression neutral, focusing on the conversation around you, but Satoru's fingers are relentless. His touch is slow, teasing—just enough to drive you crazy without giving you the satisfaction you need.

Across the table, one of the elders directs a question at him, and he answers smoothly, as if he isn’t up to anything at all. His confidence, his sheer audacity, makes your breath hitch. You grip his wrist under the table in warning, but he only smirks, leaning in close.

"You’re doing so good, princess," he whispers against your ear, his voice laced with amusement. "Looking all innocent while you’re falling apart for me."

Heat floods through you, but you shoot him a glare. Two can play this game.

Slowly, you shift in your seat, pressing your thigh more firmly against his hand, subtly grinding into his touch. His breath hitches just slightly—so quick that no one else would notice, but you do. You smirk, tilting your head toward him, your lips barely brushing his jaw as you whisper, "Careful, Satoru. I don’t think you’d want them to see how desperate you are."

His fingers twitch against you, his restraint thinning. His grip on your thigh tightens before he suddenly withdraws his hand, leaning back in his chair, eyes dark with unspoken promises.

"Just wait until dinner’s over," he murmurs, low and dangerous. "Then we’ll see who’s really in control."

You swallow hard, heart pounding, because the look in his eyes tells you one thing—he's just getting started.

Dinner feels like it stretches on forever. The clan talks business, politics, and the balance of power, but your mind is elsewhere—on the lingering heat of Satoru’s touch, on the way his leg presses against yours beneath the table, on the undeniable promise in his voice.

He’s smug, of course. Acting as if nothing happened, chatting casually with the elders while swirling his wine, but you catch the flicker of impatience in his fingers, the way he taps them against the stem of his glass. He’s biding his time. Waiting.

When dinner finally concludes, the elders begin to rise, exchanging pleasantries as they move toward the lounge for after-meal discussions. Satoru, ever the perfect heir, flashes them a lazy grin, offering vague responses before turning to you.

His hand finds yours. His grip is firm—possessive. "Come with me," he murmurs, tugging you to your feet.

You don’t resist. You already know where this is going.

He leads you through the grand hallways of the estate, past gilded doors and intricate tapestries, until he reaches a particular room. He pushes open the heavy double doors, revealing a dimly lit chamber adorned with deep blues and silvers—a room that screams power and legacy.

And there, at the centre, sits the throne.

Your breath catches.

The seat is grand, carved from dark wood with intricate engravings curling along its arms. A symbol of authority, of dominion.

Satoru steps behind you, his hands sliding over your waist. He leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You know," he murmurs, "I think you'd look perfect sitting there."

You turn in his arms, arching a brow. "Is that so?"

His smirk is pure arrogance. "Mm. Thought I’d let you play queen for a bit. Before I remind you who really holds the power."

Your stomach tightens at the dark edge in his voice. He reaches for you again, but this time, you step back, lowering yourself onto the throne deliberately, running your hands along the armrests as if testing your own reign.

Satoru watches you with a hungry gaze, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. "Oh, you’re really pushing it, aren’t you?"

You tilt your chin up, feigning innocence. "I thought you wanted me to play queen."

His laugh is low and dangerous. He steps closer, placing his hands on the armrests, caging you in. His presence is overwhelming, his scent intoxicating.

"Oh, I do," he murmurs, gaze flickering to your lips. "But don’t forget, princess—" He leans down, his breath hot against your skin. "Kings always take what they want."

And just like that, the game shifts.

Satoru’s grip on your waist tightens, and his smirk deepens as he notices the way you’re reacting to him. You feel the weight of his gaze on you, and despite yourself, your heart races, the anticipation almost unbearable.

“Careful, princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “You’re making it so hard for me to keep my hands to myself.” His fingertips graze your skin, sending sparks of warmth everywhere he touches.

You sit there, the throne beneath you feeling both like a pedestal and a prison as Satoru moves closer, the space between you narrowing to almost nothing. His scent—sweet, rich, and intoxicating—fills your senses. You swallow, your pulse quickening.

“You’re always so confident,” you tease, your voice barely above a whisper. "Do you always get what you want?"

Satoru chuckles, the sound warm and dangerous, his hand lifting to touch your cheek. “I don’t just get what I want, baby,” he says, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip, “I take it.” His eyes darken, and you feel the intensity of his gaze like a physical weight.

You can feel the tension between you thickening, the chemistry undeniable. Your pulse races in your ears, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It’s just you, him, and the overwhelming desire that crackles in the air between you.

“Do you want to see just how much I take?” Satoru’s voice is barely a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a promise.

You meet his gaze, every fiber of your being screaming with anticipation. You shift slightly, your legs spreading just enough to give him an invitation.

Satoru leans in closer, the breath between you shallow and warm. His lips brush against your ear, his voice a deep murmur. "I’m going to make sure you never forget this night, princess."

Your heart skips a beat, and you know, without a doubt, that you’re not getting out of this unscathed. He rips your panties off

"Fuck Satoru there gonna see us!" You whisper angrily. "That's why I'm gonna do this." He shoves your wet panties into your mouth, you grunt with a whine following it as he shoves his tongue in your pussy holding on to your thighs like his life depends on it.

You let out muffled whines as the underwear gets soaked with your saliva. You can still taste your wetness on it which gets you more soaked which really, really, turns him on.

He starts plunging into your hole harder with his tongue to get more of that yummy taste. You start shrieking, your moans bouncing off the walls of the paintings of the elders of the Gojo clan. Practically glaring at you.

You whine as he sucks harsher on your clit, trying to get you to squirt because he is obsessed with your pussy juices.

He whines pathetically as your juices drip down your ass and on to the throne. You squirt and he automatically slurps it up. His slurping bounces off the walls with your muffled moans, he pulls back, your teary eyes flutter open but before you can sit up properly, he pulls out his throbbing, leaking cock, and grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders.

He slams his cock inside your pussy and you yell out your panties falling out of your mouth making your moans and squeals so fucking loud. It makes him cum instantly with a pathetic whine. After a few more thrusts, you squirt with a small scream.

He pulls at and leaves some kisses on your sweaty forehead. Some of his cum dribbles out of your hole. He pulls your panties back up.

"I wanna be clean, your cum is all in my panties..." You whine.

"So? I want you to walk around like the pretty little baby you are, so you know I own you."

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Toji Fushiguro

Toji wasn’t used to this—being alone, being needy. But damn it, he was.

He laid on the couch, one arm draped over his face, exhaling sharply. The apartment felt too quiet without you. Usually, you’d be here—curled up beside him, your soft hands tracing absentminded patterns over his chest, your scent lingering in the air.

But now? Just silence. And he hated it.

He scoffed at himself, rubbing a hand over his face. Since when did he get this pathetic? Since when did he miss someone this much? He should be out, distracting himself, doing anything—but instead, he was checking his phone every ten minutes, waiting for a damn text.

With a groan, he rolled over, grabbing your pillow and burying his face in it. It still smelled like you. Fuck.

He’d never admit it, but yeah—Toji Fushiguro was needy for you. And the second you walked through that door? You weren’t getting a moment to yourself.

Toji let out a low, frustrated groan, rolling onto his back as he stared at the ceiling. His hand rested over his stomach, fingers twitching slightly. It had been hours since you left, and his body was reacting in ways he really didn’t want to deal with alone.

The scent of your perfume on the pillow, the memory of your soft body against his just last night—it was messing with him. Badly. His jaw clenched as he exhaled, adjusting his position, but that only made things worse. His sweatpants were too tight now, his body betraying him, aching for you in a way that made his patience snap.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. He could call you, tell you to get back here now—but he knew you’d just tease him, drag it out, make him suffer. And normally, he’d enjoy that little game. But right now? Right now, he was desperate.

His fingers flexed at his side as he let out a slow, irritated breath.

Toji groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he glared at his phone. His patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"Yeah, I need you to hurry the hell up."

Your reply was instant.

"Chill, I’m almost done. What’s your problem?"

He scoffed, shifting against the couch. His problem? You. You were his damn problem.

"You left me here to suffer, that’s my problem."

There was a pause. Then—

"Oh my god, are you seriously being needy right now?"

Toji let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. Needy? That didn’t even begin to cover it.

"You have no fucking idea. Get home. Now."

Another pause. Then your reply popped up.

"…Or what?"

That did it. If you were gonna play games, he’d make sure you knew exactly what you were in for.

He angled his phone, letting the camera capture the sight of his hand wrapped around his cock—thick, hard, aching for you. He was already leaking, his grip tight as he stroked himself slow, teasing.

Then he snapped the picture.

Sent.

Less than a minute later, your typing bubble appeared—then stopped. Then started again.

"Toji."

He smirked, lazily dragging his hand up and down.

"You started this, baby. Better finish shopping fast."

No response.

Toji chuckled darkly, gripping himself tighter.

"That’s what I thought."

Toji leaned back against the couch, smirking at the silence on your end. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

His phone vibrated.

"You’re such a menace."

He chuckled, his hand still lazily stroking himself, teasing his own patience.

"And you love it."

Another pause. He could practically see you standing frozen in the middle of the grocery store, gripping the cart with shaky hands.

"Toji, I swear to god, I’m in public."

He grinned, eyes dark with amusement.

"And?"

"You’re impossible."

"You’re still standing there texting me instead of checking out, so I think you like this, sweetheart."

Three dots. Then they disappeared.

Toji groaned, tossing his head back. "Tch. Tease."

He gripped himself tighter, his mind already wandering—picturing the way you’d react when you walked through that door. How he’d have you pressed against it before you even put the damn groceries down.

Another message popped up.

"I’m driving home. Be naked when I get there."

Toji smirked.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea what you just signed up for."

The front door barely had time to shut before Toji was on you.

You let out a startled gasp as your back hit the wood, groceries completely forgotten at your feet. His hands were already on you—gripping your waist, tugging you closer, his body burning against yours.

"You took too damn long," he growled against your neck, his teeth scraping along your skin.

"I was literally gone for an hour, Toji—"

"Too long," he repeated, his tone dark, impatient. His hands roamed, fingers digging into your hips as he pressed himself against you, letting you feel just how hard he still was.

Your breath hitched. "You—You seriously stayed like this the whole time?"

He chuckled, low and dangerous. "Baby, you think I could jerk off and be satisfied when I knew you were coming home to me?" His lips trailed down your jaw, his breath hot against your ear. "Nah, I needed this. Needed you."

Your hands gripped his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as his lips moved down, pressing against the sensitive skin of your throat. "Toji…"

He smirked, tilting your chin up with two fingers. "What?" His green eyes were dark, filled with something hungry. "You told me to be naked when you got here. Thought you wanted this, sweetheart."

You swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your stomach as his hands slid lower.

"I do."

"Good." His lips curled into a smirk. "Then let’s make up for lost time."

Toji didn’t give you a chance to argue. He carried you effortlessly, his grip firm as he walked past the abandoned groceries, straight to the bedroom.

"Toji—"

"Shhh, baby," he smirked, kicking the door shut behind him. "You made me wait long enough."

He tossed you onto the bed, and before you could even adjust, he was on you—hovering, his massive frame caging you in. His dark green eyes roamed over you hungrily as his fingers slid beneath the hem of your shirt, pushing it up, exposing more of your skin.

"Fuck," he muttered, dragging his calloused fingers over your stomach. "Missed this."

"You saw me this morning," you teased, but your breath hitched when he leaned down, lips brushing against your skin.

"Not like this," he murmured against your stomach, voice thick with want. His hands gripped your hips, pinning you in place as he trailed kisses lower, his hot breath making your skin tingle.

Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging slightly, and he groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Fuck, baby." He glanced up at you, his smirk dark and full of promise. "Hope you didn’t make any other plans for the night."

Your heart pounded as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slowly.

"Because I’m not letting you out of this bed anytime soon."

Toji’s smirk deepened as he hovered over you, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your waist. His touch was teasing, his calloused hands warm against your skin.

“Missed you,” he muttered, voice rough with need. His lips ghosted over your collarbone, lingering just enough to make you shiver.

“You act like I was gone for days,” you teased, though your breath hitched when he nipped at your skin.

“Felt like it,” he murmured, pressing kisses along your jaw before tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with hunger, but there was something softer underneath—something possessive, desperate.

His hands roamed lower, gripping your thighs as he settled between them. “You kept me waiting, baby. Think you need to make it up to me.”

His voice was playful, but the way his fingers dug into your hips told you he wasn’t joking.

You swallowed hard, your body reacting to the weight of his gaze. “And how exactly do I do that?”

His lips curved into a slow, wicked grin. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got a few ideas.”

He leaned in, pressing you further into the mattress, his breath hot against your ear. “And we’ve got all night.”

Toji’s smirk lingered as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His grip on your hips tightened, his rough fingers pressing into your skin like he was grounding himself—like he’d been waiting all day just to have you close.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he muttered, voice low and husky.

You bit your lip, pretending to think. “Mmm, I don’t know, Toji. You seemed pretty occupied earlier.”

His expression darkened with amusement, and he let out a low chuckle. “Oh yeah?” His hand trailed up your thigh, deliberate and slow. “Was that before or after I was falling apart on the phone for you?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you remembered the message he’d sent, the way his voice had sounded so wrecked over the call.

He tilted your chin up, making sure your eyes stayed locked on his. “Drive me crazy like that again, baby, and I swear I won’t be so patient next time.”

You shivered at the promise laced in his tone.

His lips brushed against yours—barely a kiss, just enough to make you chase after him. His grin widened at your reaction. “Cute.”

“Toji—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, finally closing the distance, kissing you slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world to make up for the hours you’d been gone.

And judging by the way he was holding you, he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

He takes off your clothes fully since he's needy, naked, and fucking hard and leaking. You know he's suffering so he teases him a bit and grabs his cock and jerk it a bit.

He absolutely loses it.

He slams you to the bed slamming his long cock in you with long quick strokes. You choke on your own saliva. His cock hitting your cervix with every quick thrust.

It feels so fucking good that you can't even feel your legs, god, his thick cock veins hitting your sweet spots his sensitive tip bruising your cervix you couldn't think it could get better, until his finger started rubbing fast circles on your clit.

You shriek, about to get yet another noise complaint and orgasm but he cums inside and pulls out when you were on the brink.

"Toji what the hell?" You whine out. He smiles and pushes his cum back inside of you with his finger. "I was about to cum..." You say in a quiet whine.

He ties you up to the bed post your legs and arms spread apart. He's in between your legs leaving hickeys up your thighs he leaves a slow lick up your slit from your cum oozing hole to your clit slightly suckling on it. You try to squirm from your restraints but you can't so you just whimper and beg.

He grins, and whispers. "It's okay baby."

From soft sucks and licks, he suddenly starts aggressively sucking and groaning. He goes from tongue fucking, to clit sucking and its driving you crazy. You try to close your legs but you can't and you holler out with tears rolling down your face.

Your juices drip down his face, but that doesn't stop him. It only encourages him to get more excited, so he licks and suckles harder. You bawl your eyes out and and shake and you so badly want to close your legs.

It feels so good you have at least came 5 times. He had to make you come one last time. He kissed gently your thighs as his fingers work out your orgasm.

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After all of that he pulls you into his arms. Tight. Kissing your forehead then slowly moved to your lips leaving a peck. You can taste your self on his lips but your too tired and over stimulated to do anything.

He suddenly breaks the silence. "My little squirter."

"Toji-!"

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Okay so I'm a stoner. My husband is a stoner. We often (everyday) fuck (like whores) while high so thats where these thoughts come from.

Let's imagine Suguru.

Best friend Suguru. You smoke all the time together. You're bitching about these men not giving good head. He disagrees. Skip to being on your back, legs spread open and pushed back. Suguru is feasting while you smoke a joint.

OR

Plug!Suguru, but you've probably known each other for a year. He just gets the best bud. You always share a joint - his treat, always free. But man you're so thankful. Skip to being on your knees, between his legs as he sits on the couch, maybe smoking, maybe taking pictures (if you like that, i sure do) while you throat him.

Am I a whore? Hopefully yes.

Kisses ❤️❤️

EEK thats literally such beautiful writing *i say as i slowly pull out my meat* (I'm a girl)

This is the first request and this is the second

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MDNI

Master list's

⯌ Sum

Stoner Suguru and his best friend little miss "I swear to god getting eaten out doesn't feel good!" and he might want to change your mind or head I guess you can say (pun intended)

⯌ Wc

1.2k

⯌Warnings

Drug use (weed), quick eat out with another guy that was lowkey cringe and not good at it, Suguru takes things into his own hands, oral!fem rec, clit stimulation, doing most of it high, some bondage, ate out on the bed in his room, pulling suguru's majestic hair 😖, they are high most of the time, so a shit ton of smoking, fingering, after care

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"Suguru fucking Geto get your ass in here!"

That's what you say to him more than you would like to admit. He takes a bunch of things from you ranging from your weed stash and your other pills to your panties and bras.

He came into your room with the whites of his eyes a bit red. Obvious of what he took. The idiot couldn't lie. "Mmm what's wrong pretty girl?" He mumbles with that stupid high smile on his face.

"Don't call me pretty girl. I'm having someone coming over. So you better not flirt with me. Because I want actually want to have sex." You say with a frown. It's been awhile and you've been horny.

"I can-"

"I'm not having sex with you, your my best friend and roommate and guess what else you are? High. Also I'm mad at you for stealing my shit so- get out." You push him out of your room and go to the front door to let the guy in.

He's tall, and pretty hot. Suguru is sitting on the couch eyeing him down. But he's to slug right now to say anything so he keeps smoking. You bring the boy in your room and you both undress.

He throws you on to the bed and he kisses down your body nothing romantic and then he gets to your pussy and sucks uncomfortably on your vagina no where close to your clit. He licks your folds nothing pleasureful.

You faked moaned try to please him more than yourself. "You close?" He said with a grin. Holy fuck you wanted to throw yourself off a balcony from this shit. This is so fucking disgusting and just overall, devastating for this man.

"Mhmm..?" You let out a sarcastic mhm and the idiot believed it. You let out a small cough to get attention and let out a short. "I came." It was an obvious lie to get him to piss off.

"Are you not gonna make me come to kitten?" What the fuck. "Uhm you can go. Maybe next time." (There will be no next time.) You practically kicked him out of the house and flopped back down with Suguru.

"Those moans were clearly fake." He bluntly states. You feel your face heat up with embarrassment. You were about to back yourself up but he cut you off. "I can make those pretty moans real."

That made you wet. No- soaked. Yes, he's your roommate, more so your best friend. But the way his eyes were so seductive, his soft hair your picturing your self grabbing as he eats you out.

But you do have a problem.

"Suguru no, I've never gotten good head. Yours won't be any better. So don't get your hopes up."

He chuckled with that handsome smile and his messy hair. His eyes were beet red but still so pretty. "If you let me..." He takes a puff. "I'll make you feel so good. I won't force you, you know I never will."

You sucked your breath in and considered. Maybe that tongue piercing might feel good on your pussy. "Fine. But this might ruin our friendship though." You say in a worried tone.

"Pretty, I want you more than just friends and I won't stop until I have you. I hope you know that." he says, in a sappy tone. Being sappy isn't like him but the more his eyes get red and the more inhales explains a lot.

He grabs your hand and brings you to his bedroom. It has band posters all over and a very black theme. You let him lay you flat on the bed and he gently kisses you.

"Good thing I have the munchies." He says in a shallow, joking voice. He kisses down your body after taking off your shirt. He gropes your tits rubbing the nipples.

He pulls down your pants and panties. He sniffs your pussy breathing in deeply. He sticks his tongue out then stops. You sigh disappointed. "I thought you were gonna make me feel good?" You say in a smug and annoyed tone.

You had a feeling this was gonna happen. They either don't know what to do when trying to eat out and just give up and just pull out their dick or just do it bad.

"I will don't worry..." He takes a joint and some weed from your dresser and your brows furrow. He rolls a joint up and lights the tip up and puts it into your mouth.

"Pretty girl I want you to smoke it at the same time. Get you a little high, hm?" He says in a seductive tone. You can never say no to that especially if you want release for your pussy and that tight knot in your stomach.

He kisses your pubic area then slowly kisses your folds. Since he's still high (you're sorta concerned about how much he took) but it's really lazy. He licks your slit, low and sensual. Something about this just made you more wet.

What the hell are you doing?

This is your best friend! Plus it's someone you live with. But all your thoughts crumble to ash as he latches onto your clit and you start to get high. For some reason it made you feel even better.

You were embarrassed to admit but this felt really fucking good. You let out a true moan for the first time being eaten out.

He shoved two of his long fingers inside with black finger nail paint. He found your spongy spot in practically a second. He attacked your g-spot with his fingers, while he sucked on your clit like he wanted to leave a hickey. (Maybe he did.)

Your mind began to get foggy the more you smoked. All you could feel is pleasure at this point. "S-Sugu..." Your eyes brimmed with tears. That was the most you could say or do then shake and moan.

"You close sweetheart?" First time you could never be disgusted by that sentence. You just whined louder as an answer you really couldn't answer. He chuckled into your pussy causing pleasurable vibrations.

The more you smoke the more you relax, so the more you can't run or move. The more you moan and holler. This feels like the best kind of torture.

You pull at his hair and he moans and squeezes his eyes shut. "God woman." He groans. He thrusts his fingers faster while he grins and shuts his eyes the more you pull the faster he trusts and abuses your sweet spot.

"Sugu!" You squeal as you squirt he latches on to your clit again making you practically scream. He massages your thighs with small rubs while he gently sucks.

He licks your juices off drunk on your taste. You feel your eyes get hazy and droopy with the lazy licks after the best fucking orgasm you ever had.

You eventually pass out. Maybe it was the weed or maybe the mind altering orgasm. But he grabbed a wet towel and gently dabbed your pussy making sure it's clean from your cum and his saliva.

He slides your pink lacy panties on and one of his shirts. He crawls up taking the joint out of your mouth and puts it on the night stand beside his bed. He holds you tight against him kissing your forehead.

He licked his lips still drunk on your taste. He pulled the blankets up and kissed your forehead one last time. He whispered into your ear gently trying not to wake you up.

"Is being ate out still not good?"

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